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We as the subject, look at any object,
noticing space that separates us is still,
the void of no-thingness mind cannot bisect,
omnipresent yet exercising no will,
so what space really is, we introspect,
reflecting in silence, from soul’s window sill.
In staid stillness we sense our presence expand,
then truth of space we begin to understand.
Melding with the void, concepts are discarded,
wherein present as formless awareness pure,
the form we ensoul, is by bliss bombarded,
whence earth life tests then, we easily endure
and with no attachments left to be guarded,
softened soul presence in time becomes demure,
whereupon flickers in space are by us seen,
piercing through its pores, deep wisdom we so glean.
God’s light that lights all lights, enlivens space too,
signalling that though it holds us in its womb,
it also depends on God’s pulse to renew,
that as all life forms in it, with aplomb zoom,
it is silence alone that offers a clue
to truth of space, as ignorance we deplume.
Ceasing to weigh and size, though we vaporise,
who in truth God is, we’re yet to realise.
Math was never quite my thing;
Its concepts are elusive.
What wiser minds accept as fact,
To me seems inconclusive.
Infinity is one I cannot
Wrap my brain around.
No matter how you search, the ending
Simply can’t be found.
It makes a bit more sense, though,
When considering the face.
We all have eyes, a nose and mouth
And ears to form the base.
Yet subtle differences combine
Within this basic frame
And infinite composites mean
We never look the same.
For all the humans now alive
And those who once have been,
No two have looked like replicas
Except, of course, a twin.
I see infinity at work
And almost comprehend
The nature of a math idea
Which logic can’t defend.
Makes with pride
The labels will read
Each order filled
and delivered
Concepts and conditions
Those might I mention
Profitable due to
Our diligent insistence
On quality
Maple sap shall make us
Wealthy
We have to work together
Support one another
Gain make customers
From scratch
Take pride in what we do
Put a little honor in every batch
It won't be easy
Consistency
Is the order of the day
They shared 2 gallons of maple syrup
21 pounds sausage meat
1000 pancakes
500 chive sourcream clam waffles
5 gallons of coffee
32 pounds of bacon
Yeast rolls
Biscuits
3 trophies
6 contest
They cleared spaces
Made clean places
People came and
And made morning festival
Making customers
Taking advantage of
Each opportunity
Keeping everyone satisfied
Vanilla strap molassass maple syrup
Fussed to the delight
Of raseberry waffle and icecream lovers
I cast these concepts
I cast these kernels
Kernels in my hand
Kernels in the clay
Clay of loam
Clay of words
Words to describe
Words packed
Packed with exegesis
Packed with strength
Strength of scavenging
Strength of crowd
Crowd of swarms
Crowd of staleness
Staleness with enthusiasm
Staleness with bluntness
Bluntness of prediction
Bluntness of demeanor
Demeanor with smile
Demeanor of delight
Delight in adventure
Delight of writing
Writing of nursery stories
Writing of poetry
Poetry from heart
Poetry for show
Show of pride
Show of faith
Faith in progression
Faith in aestheticism
Aestheticism in connoisseurship
Aestheticism of spirit
Spirit to convince
Spirit with zoanthropy
Zoanthropy from hysteria
Zoanthropy of diabolical
Diabolical in a cave
Diabolical of power
Power to rule
Power to deceive
Deceive with attempt
Deceive to mislead
Mislead unfair impression
Mislead into thinking
Thinking about calm
Thinking about success
Success isn't happiness
Success isn't wealth
Wealth
Happiness
: November 17, 2024, for Dreams Within Dreams Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
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“Thought streams manifested the dream
I was both subject and object
Methinks things are not what they seem
Which illusion do we reject”
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In a twilight tangle, I drift and dance,
Within the blankets, boundaries for stance.
A paper vessel on shimmering layers of glass,
Where whispers waltz, as memories surpass.
Sailing through night, in the moon embrace,
Stars whisper low, in a soft-lit space.
Rivers of concepts, twist and turn,
As I toss and turn, in the heart’s deep burn.
I sew my dreams in a cosmic stitch,
Bridges span from rich to rich.
A stroke of light, through an ajar door,
While alleys of sleep stretch forever more.
I stand on the bathroom floor,
Washed of doubt, I feel the lore
Of hours tick in a soft, warm bed,
Where astronauts float in a sea of dread.
Notes similar to feathers falling from the sky,
Cram my heart as I watch birds fly—
With shackles of time around my soul,
I carry the wonders, the weight, the whole.
Flying through corners, where echoes dream,
Chords that bind and seam unseen screams.
A clock ticks down, in the night’s embrace,
Each second whispers a silent trace.
The concerto of the world peaks to greet my soul.
On palms and pouts, where pleasure is whole.
Months loop as muddled books, marred and broke,
Graphite glimmers, the genius's grand stroke.
So here I stand, seeking and securing solace,
In this canvas of calm, where cogitations promise.
A delightful dream, deftly designed and drawn,
Bathed in the brilliance of dwindling dawn.
Quote from Hugh Prather: "Most of the conversations I hear
are carried on as if there really were such a thing as an answer
and as if the people present were actually in possession of it."
Shouldn't we all adopt
some sort of "busy" pretext,
display fake fronts intended
to suggest determined aims
are being seriously pursued?
Wouldn't everyone believe
that we are "busy" people --
intent upon accomplishment
important to ourselves and others?
Isn't there some conflict between concepts
of "empowerment" and of "involvement" --
of "delegation" and of "taking ownership"
(directing, guiding -- dictating, really)?
Consider whether these are not
confusing opposites -- messages
easily regurgitated: mere facile
managerial sloganeering....
(Uncertainty, easily detected,
is usually condemned.)
Doesn't everyone read Dilbert?
And who remembers
"Ready....fire....aim!"
Writers and poets are a different breed
They live and breathe phrases and concepts
Awash with all manner of clever speech
At engaging the reader, they're adept
They invite viewers on travels to distant lands
To discover strange customs and beliefs
To experience a whole new world apart
The Rain Forests, The Great Barrier Reef
Through the eyes of these intrepid travellers
We witness different morals and rituals
Experiences people wouldn't normally view
Many are very sacred and spiritual
Imagine if we didn't have these literary giants
To warn us of mistakes of the past
The Great Depression, the two World Wars
How great nations through history never last
Writers and poets are a different breed
They focus on the ethereal side of being
Flying high above the distant horizons
In a world of unknown and unseeing
Upon the atheist rests the weighty task
To show all knowledge stands on mortal ground
Can nature’s uniformity unmask
Or logic’s laws in reason’s courts be found?
And absent from God, such footing seems unsure
For concepts fade, absolutes ‘came obscure
Now, Santa Claus, in a cheerful mythical fray
Will liken faith in God to flights on a sleigh
But transcendental truth is not a game
Nor matter or motion, or bound to a Yuletide frame
God’s attributes no creature may possess
Omniscience alone is God’s mindset
Thus, by what is revealed, we clearly see
Reality conforms to His decree
Santa’s lore can’t rival what is afore told
For only God holds wisdom’s keys of old
So, in this search for truth, let hearts be wise
No creature takes God’s place because God decries
Everybody believes that their fate is
written in the shiny stars, I disagree;
it's an untruth conceived by belief,
everything mediums say is a bluff...
it runs in the blood of evil pedigree,
but what does God say about this?
The interpretation of your birth chart
is done by assumption: a false divination;
should we believe in them or detract?
Will we experience peace or tribulation?
Entrust our fate to the concepts of modern astrology?
Isn't it wiser to entrust it to our God whose words
warn all of retribution in consulting these demons;
Only He can foresee the future and fulfill a prophecy!
When the ability to write manifested itself among the many learned minds, accounting, and recordkeeping too, had manifested as what has become known to be called, history.
The routine breakdown, and the frequency in some reflective properties via some periodic order post-prehistory, as the assorted is gathered and assembled for review and interpretative insights, thus creating the effects and all that is belonging to that particular portion of history.
Remembering and placing events, people, and places, all of that, sorted out history.
The discoveries that were established, explorations of findings, investigating quests, and figuring out enigmas, such became part of history.
A miscellany of items and artifacts of life during any given period is a form of physical purpose to history.
A common source becomes noticeable and formidable as an organization, a religious order, a political party, a civil association, an action group, or a school recital, whether they be big or small, they are all part of history.
When events present themselves, as to how it is articulated and expressed, the wherefores and whereof, are indicators given to history.
How we treat some exceptional thing, our rendition of it, and our particular point of view, like understanding its artistic values, are intricate matters for the basis of history.
The changing of the nexus, fads, styles, precepts, and concepts; specifically, for this writing, nowadays interpretation concerning one's gender, meaning, 'Herstory' too, makes history.